Saturday, April 15, 2023

Haibun

 

FIRST SPRING

 

In  the Swiss village the first stirrings of spring come early and fast.  Tiny, yellow primroses sprout in the woods through patches of snow. Farmers begin their planting.  Corn, rape, wheat.  Every day, the chug of tractors .  Swiss mist in the air, the liquid fertilizer made from manure, pungent and pervasive. Flower gardens shout spring with daffodils and tulips. Window boxes appear in full bloom like splashes of paint against the gray stone buildings.

 

 the scent of lilacs

fading with dusk

 thoughts of home


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2 comments:

Gillena Cox said...

A wonderful progression to your season of spring.
Happy you dropped by my blog.

Much💖love

Adelaide said...

Thank you, gillena

adelaide

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